"Well, it's not so much that I don't believe you. I really DO want to believe you. But it bothers me. I have seen horrible things come from thoughtless wishes. How do I know you're not a djinn?"
"Ah, so you ARE more than a mere bumbler. This might be more interesting than I thought. And I do enjoy a challenge. To answer your query, I am NOT a demon as the djini are. Your Hollywood fantasies do not give accurate tellings of our two species. We genie are not like them. I need not explain to you why, you need simply know they are. I am not diabolical, I have no plans for dominating your world."
"No, I don't mean that. But what about being mischievous and petty? Are you saying you won't change my wishes?"
"Perhaps you value your life, and will not interrupt me again." When she looked at Danny at that point, Danny knew that she was serious. And if she could grant his wishes, he was sure she could rip his world apart as well.
"Yes, but I'm your master. You can't hurt me."
"How sure are you of that?"
Danny then had to pause for a moment. Regrouping, he looked her in the eyes and calmly responded, "I wish no one, yourself or other Genie or Djinn or whatever, could hurt me."
The genie paused for a moment. Perhaps she was startled. She did have the look of bewilderment flash across her face. But only for a short moment before it was gone, and she was again indifferent. "Very well, master. Your wish is granted. What would be your next wish?"
You wonder, feeling nothing different, if she had done anything at all. Still, a part of you felt the irresistable urge to wish for something else. But had you wasted that one?